Of Disease - Poem by Naveed Akram
The lieutenant of disease is apart,
Festering and stagnating into nothing
But a rank of nothingness,
Feeling as a feeler, feeling notions
To tremble and to stagger,
The body is in disbelief.
It shall be in comfort,
It should be of Heaven,
As that is brought to mind
By the chiefs and priests
Who collect health.
My remembrance of God
Gains afterlife of tremendous being,
That of pleasure and wine.
Let health be your partner!
Let it stay in this world as much as water.
Comments about Of Disease by Naveed Akram
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You